Violet Opa Locka Whore ❤️❤️

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Love. How. Whore moves. Sloooow. Then. BAM! Like. That scene. “Sunlight. Filters. Through.” Pure poetry. In. Numbers! I’m yellin’. At. My screen. “Go. Whore. Go!” Clients. Think. I’m nuts. Maybe. I am! Exaggeratin’? Sure. But. She’s wild. Unpredictable. Sexy. Even. Like. That dentist. In. The movie. Singin’. Off-key. Whore’s. Off-key. Too. But. Damn. It works!

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Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s this hidden gem on NW 57th Ave, near the old abandoned warehouse (yep, that one with a roof askew and wild ivy creeping everywhere). Most folks skip it, but not me, darlin’. I reckon it's like nature’s own little hideout – quiet, off the radar. I’ve spent a lazy afternoon there, just contemplatin’ life's twists and turns. Crazy, right? "Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up." That quote always gets me when I’m feelin’ low, like a personal pep talk from ol’ Nolan.

Man accused of lewd attack at Art Week exhibit in Opa-locka